"What's wrong, Nina?...Weren't you going to kick me out for having a feel of your ass, which I will say was quite the experience to squeeze because of how elastic it is?" I asked Nina, who was pouting while looking at me with a frustrated look on her face, like she hated the fact that she couldn't do anything to stop my unruly behaviour and could only silently accept it. I then continued asking with a hint of mockery in my tone, "...Or is it that you had to stop yourself from doing so since you couldn't bear to see the sight of me leaving on bad terms?"